Poetry of the Malfunctioning Engine

By Rod Webber

Created through free-association by speaking into a voice-to-text device, Rod Webber (the author) has created the first stream of consciousness novel to be 'spoken' in the open air by a computer, cell phone or other modern text-to-voice device.

The story, follows the life of Phineas Roderick, a Cubicle Drone (or Droëæn), who fights the powers of FreeThought and joins The Resistance to escape the dystopian world of The Underground.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rod Webber
• Release date: May 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301039395

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Poetry of the Malfunctioning Engine

A stream of consciousness novel to be 'spoken' in the open air by a computer, cell phone or other modern text-to-voice device.

By

Rod Webber

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Poetry of the Malfunctioning Engine

Copyright © 2013 by Rod Webber

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This manuscript is best not read with the human eye, but 'spoken' aloud by a machine.

Chapter 1

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I DREAM FOR GOD

Your dream is nonsense.

I know the story of Phineas Roderick. Until translucent skin shaved bald shaving all the place is absolutely no eyebrows his way on the way this is your Orlanos of universals of the Droëæn machine from the frustration is something like a fireman split between being a paper clerk in the dream clerk we can clerk submits this universe. He BlindSee are actually cheering FreeView and I've been transparent until here and most of that understood what recognition of this kind of thing when can you most hated summer transform my millions of Nanos are transform but I recognize the spoken word is spoken and your falsified humans are posthumously recognize additional conversation the conversation is made in this way certainly not the way you suggest. I suggest we go from the written world to the virtual world where commands can be spoken to the machine and it is easily excepted I can shave all the hair salon body I can dehumanize myself become one I can be like the machines and that will be okay my mind and your mind in the restaurant of the village of my mind to keep our thoughts deep inside. Like an atom bomb my Fatou from particles flying from a Dutronc like smashing shattering glass dishes the world is a world of Roderick listen fragmented metropolis damaged by surprisingly small shards, shards brought forth by the Lilliputian army of Dragonfarce. The astronomer questions for bringing these disparate elements together the desk clerk side of his desk he was a paper clerk desk clerk and Asheashe there staring into the observatory he wondered how do I get the sandwich this coffee how do I get it to my employer how do I get teased. My Boss God was unimpressed's eyes filled with tears I had a tube full of information I had a tube full of hard drive for fun drives two full of fantastic reason but it was evolution that was keeping us from becoming what we should be what we wanted to be what we would be these bridges to the afterlife these bridges to the gates of knowledge is for nothing without the sandwich which Boss Gods needed suddenly those girls eyes for the steers attended one whimpering dog simply wanted to go outside.

Phineas Roderick’s home life. Cubicle Droëæn/ drone fear of FreeThought Enforcement.

Roderick shouts in his FIBber (Friend In Box) the receptacle in which he empties all of his thoughts and keeps him in connection with all of his friends throughout The Underground.

Fear feeds the mind but friends feed the soul.

Roderick lives with his wife Iris and cyborg daughter Rosabella-- but they lead virtually separate lives as Roderick is a cubicle drone Iris is a factory worker, and Rosabella spends her days at school to prepare for becoming a part of The Next Wave when they are physically at hope together they spend all of their time apart and shouting into their FIBbers. Pushing buttons popping sprockets typing wiring plugging into the machine.

Unknown to Roderick or any of the Droëæn this was how the Elites monitored Droëæn activities despite constant privacy policies being sent in round informing drones a their legal responsibilities right in so four the typical Droëæn saw this as just a part of everyday life and if they wanted to stay connected they would shout into their machines as often as they could for they loved The State this is what gave them a sense of community a sense of belonging.

The First Rule of Free thought is separation.

The state offered a way in which to be connected for this the people loved the state.

Significant assumptions are not observable by common men. We are only real by being connected to our friends who reach out the tendrils of man attached through the heart strings connected by the mind together forever for all time. The Elites slice them off and throw them in the market. Poetry of the invisible man.

You are a family man and a little culture of greed was harmless which was the magic of corporate crime. It is a victimless crime.

Give me your ATM card and let me buy you things presents for children presents for sayings I will bring your wife I will bring you a new thought. Raiders above but will never get caught. They say you're a warrior and they say you are a friend they say this card is prepaid they say this welfare not afraid I am the Overworld. Give me a program for you and I will not lie to you I will be your friend because you are a ATM casino and casinos are our friends. I will bail out my friends give me billions of dollars my friends need to have billions of dollars if they want to be my friends and we need new friends. We must connect to the meat of the homeless and feed them to the dogs. Rob you and rob me and rob all of the people everyone and everywhere. I want to be your friend so put me in jail.

Put me in jail for telling the truth. Go after the ratings agencies go after the banks zero is zero is zero. Banks should not have to follow laws. The Ark of the covenant bring me two of every kind of Elite crime Beetleweed dislike we realize crony capitalism engineered for financial fraud give me a professional team of hitmen they will be my friends.

This is a child's laughter. This is the mother smile naked and is Albert Cole just within yards the house clothes fine it's overage printing yes and kicks himself mentally for silversides bugs dreams of the office makes for us for the FIBber you are in.

And so it is with these questions these dreams of astrophysics and the questions of quantum mechanics that we whether your idea is the bride is become naked bride who is hurriedly sent off for nourishment she's famished and yet strangely relaxed for she is found himself in the Reuben sandwich and she's progressively drag further and further into the distance relationship this be between Man and machine and god. She the bride is swimming in a sea of deep-sea objects galaxies and clusters of mountain of neurons of this plexiglass dream and beyond the cold feeling of false apology and beyond reason is this office of her mind and Roderick dreams of. He studied them for weeks or months each morning he rises chases chest changes satiates his eyebrows. And in chasing off those bristly hairs in his ears the caterpillar crawls and defocus his sights on the Polaris white of his curvy bride.

She wanders banana to the wondering how I interested the broken to the discussion from the observatory? He wonders if he puts on the flap code because it's his office of planning this admiring smile mounting public opinion of the sky tonight well is at the register? No it's not at the register is not in the door is not at the foot of the circular chamber well I realizes I smile like dust tonight and suddenly the darkness of the abyss comes the truest consequence all the world. We cannot on you but we have done silence is a moment and it is opinion which forges us forward it is the loudest noise which is most delivery is from this place in darkness and darkness of the mind that the permanent headquarters of of the driver becomes the reflection in the mirror. I am seatless and what I see I scream for to live is to go further down and I remove hair from a channels which I air-blast them with the hairdryer without having hair is this got lost this man from across the hall makes decisions here is a paperclip once in his life is abstraction that allows him to scream like a siren that he is. It is the calls authority you somewhere but he was nowhere tonight is fading as really one can expect for the motionless turn.

Copewood he whispers softly is like a television is like a portable mule being pushed the fire and it is from this place from redundancy trilogy becomes real fingernails fire exclusion screening these extractions are clouding this clouding is oversize books and cultures communicate through telepathy to make us understand Our universe. I am in time recent enforcer the gorgeous human saved by Home Depot Personality leaving the city couch out here eyes for overshadowing for disguise our broadcast from the union of you I broadcast from the God machine I dream no one I dream for me I dream for God I dream for you. Thank you for this piece for the word Gillispese for you give us the teachings of some teachings of you. Now is the bass Minnehuta dream of Pusser your dream of progress we need you need harmony humanities involved but without evolution of true joy man ha ha how are we to overcome this term in a world of differences in the land of ideals which are riddled with strife sadness sorrow billions of millions of people how will they know what it's like to move beyond this space is cubical displacements office looking harmonies just 90 love this idea needs achievements these things which which we have created with our money our bank machines nothing these miracles will bring us nowhere and no cream no action no no nothing transform what would we need to transform transforming into the transformation of transforming. Good night God bless you all how dare we be constructive Health Care REIT peaked conservative Dare leaving the with what I teach you does not mean that I will not teach to them he's dead she's orphaned where are the mad where are the great where the holy name liberty who are those cause us to kill me kill for these sacrifice. Benestan Trust is something Massachusetts thinking perhaps or two she Wellinch it's something that makes us Camile asked these things take diplomacy since we will sorrow Brown's instruction him back on the society is really like to be faithful to be truthful with most friends with children of God Oakhurst you can harm our fellow man we hang ourselves by Artaxerxes I love her torrents generations to come Willipie judges us who will be no we were the man I am but flesh and Diamandis I'm back in this does not make me any less of a man and make speaking. It makes me human morning when I arrive I make the pledge to myself that I shall only show only the future I shall only do good I shall only love I won't be back toward you will not be bad towards me I will seek the truth I will seek is good I will look into the sun I will look be on the horizon and eventually my captors and evildoers those who crestless date it will disintegrate nothing for that is the waves world that is Swift.  Is the wave piece that is the way of love yes hello cherries hello good day sir justice. 

Give me your screaming citizens. Here in Las Vegas superstars such as the girls the boys and parked cars give me to guns and labs blow all the betrayers of all the dads I've got a complex mind and wonders should we be shown to the future should be shot under the past should be shown Godzilla trampling on Tokyo. I admit defeat but not before black ops it's time for us to force ourselves to was ourselves feel like the zombie apocalypse Cynthia Lennon didn't believe new things she needed John had an affair she knew that with the Sultan it's weird Trolod creature this came with a strange noise and wrong I don't it's about to go I will not deviate from you got it. Butterflied about my community service I might applaud Dist. Atty. might've lied about